Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Wisdom Is A Woman Valentine

All of these poor valentines
Hastily honed and mined
I place in a satchel
Under the arm of my angel
To carry to her to convey
What thoughts in me
Have stirred out of nothing
For little Persephone now grown
Stretching in the grass alone
Simply because when I was ten
I caught her in the woods with him
And saw what she would undergo
Caught her backward glance
As she and he were swept away
Into love’s undertow

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